[Bun B]Now loving, is the size of my shoeAnd that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come throughSee one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangsWith my 50 Cal. click bang, I'm gangsta walking with that trick aimMy nuts hang, like D-boys on the cornerAnd I could send a bitch nigga, a Bengal like Ty WarnerI'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospelOn how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocksAnd turn your projects, into Ft. KnoxIt just a fo' night, with two 44 glocksNow rise and shine it's a kick do', for your pies and pineI'm riding off in the sunset, the horizon's mineEverybody dies in time, but how will you passIn a million dollar mansion, or dead broke on your assThink fast, cause your number is coming upAnd ain't no second chances, when the killers is running up

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[Paul Wall]I step into the club, in a fresh white TLooking for a one night wife, to delight meA lot of dudes claim, to be gangsta like Ice-TWhen in actuality, they sweeter than ice teaGet your weight up homie, only the strong surviveGet off the bus and pay your dues, you don't belong on this rideI'm a full time playa, all about my hustleDemonstrating my muscle, if I get in a tussleIf you got plex, I suggest you keep it hush-hushCause boys wet up on that water, and you might get bustI got to stay up on my note, so my game is sharperI can't be wiped out, I'm like a permanent markerBoys mean mugging in the club, repping they hoodIt's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't goodIt's survival of the fittest, I'm the last one breathingWhile you in your bed sleeping, I'm still out here creeping

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[Killer Mike]Take your ass to church nigga, if you wanna learn betterJoin Mase and Bethle-fuck him, I'm trying to get cheddarMy stack will clearly show, my talent for moving blowAnd it's gangsta music, so fuck the status quoteGrown men talking, who let the children inGet the nine to spit it in, leave him smelling like chit-lensI ain't playing I ain't joking, I'm rolling loaded and openIt's best you not provoking, this man when he pistol totingThe 4-fiftha, will tuck turn toss twist youSplit you right down the middle, like a brand new swishaWhen the bullet hit you nigga, it rip and tear tissueBullet bang, turn brains into baby batterTurn great matter, into antimatterFuck your chitter-chatter, who's good better best badderLet the shotgun splitter splatter, who it hit child or bitchIt don't matter, niggaz just handling bis'Primetime guerilla gang, get his what it is

[H.A.W.K.]Last but not least, it's H.A. DubBuckshot slugs, you covered in bloodFeel me cuz, or get drug in the mudBy these Texas thugs, who really don't show no loveThat's what it is nigga, handle your bis niggaThis ain't your year nigga, I'll split your wig niggaTake a sqwig nigga, this is the new SouthWe coming hola, so what you talking boutYou niggaz still learning, we got they heads turningWe got the streets burning, this is a street sermonThat's what it is dummy, you niggaz chasing honeyWe out here chasing money, jacked by G and running